Once(upon)atime,
There was a girl. And one day, she stumbled upon society. It whispered in her
ear, and corrupted her mind. Telling her she wasn't skinny enough, telling her she
wasn't enough overall. It was the kids in school, the disgusted looks people gave
her, the models on television with their skinny bodies and perfect faces. She
wanted to be that. She wanted to be perfect. So, she starved herself. She painted
her face with make-up. She let society lead her on a dangerous journey. But she
never knew that not even society held a map to perfection. She got lost in her
new self. So, she cut. Self-harmed to cope. She learned that no one held the
key to perfect. So one day, she let the blade slip. An accident? No. It was a cut
deeper then any other. The pain hurt. But so did failure. A bottle of pills would
do the trick. So, she swallowed them down, along with her pain. She thought that
death wouldn't hurt. The bullying was probably worse. By ending it, she thought
that she was doing the right thing. But two minutes later, her parents found her.
Her scars were showing, and she was barely breathing. There was no
chance. "What happened, honey? What happened?" Her mother cried.
And it was then she knew. She knew what happened.
"Society killed the teenager." She whispered. And her journey was over.
This isn't a true story, but it's an average case.
Don't let society control you. Please. Do it for me.